Sometimes We're Kind of Silly...

Yesterday I had a great conversation with Kayleen. Incidentally it was not about my relationship with Drake, but my relationship with Adam. It's not what you're all thinking, I promise. Some of you might even say 'ew', but deal with it. For the past year or so, I have been completely okay with my friendship with Adam. The week before he was leaving for Iraq last year he called me and we had this whole long discussion about everything that had ever happened while we dated, and what went wrong and what was right and blah blah blah. After that, things were really okay. I could finally really truly forgive him and be okay that his place in my life was as my friend and nothing else. When I got to see him on St Patrick's Day, it was great. As I said, when I walked into the house, he got this big goofy grin on his face and gave me a big hug and everything was right as rain. In all this time I have loved Adam as a friend and that's all, hard for some of you to believe, I know, especially those of you who were there after the first break-up. But true story, that's how I feel.

So Kayleen and I were talking last about EVERYTHING, we talked about me and Drake, we talked about me and Adam, we talked about how Kayleen and I feared for our very lives when we lived together two summers ago (for reasons I will get into later because they're good stories, ha ha). Then she says, "I don't mean this to sound harsh, but..." and goes on to say when she sees Adam and I, she doesn't ever see us in a relationship, and that as weird as it sounds because we did date for a long time, that it's almost like we're brother and sister. I know, I know, only in Deep South that's allowed, but I get what she's saying, because that's how I have kind of seen it, especially since St Patty's Day. We love each other, there's no denying that, but it's not LOVE LOVE. It's affection for a good friend who I happened to date a long time ago. It's best friend love. I love Adam the way I love Teetz - even when Teetz is being a goober. And Kayleen was right on with a lot of the stuff she said, because when you see Adam and I together, there's nothing even resembling flirting, there's no chemistry of THAT kind. We have good friend chemistry and I am thankful for that, because if I can forgive Adam and move on, I can forgive just about anything. Except Ugg Boots. I can never forgive THAT.

But our conversation was not entirely about my relationship history. It also involved reminiscing about a very hilarious but traumatizing time in our lives, when we lived together in the Apartment of Doom. She still lives there, though she is not doomed anymore now that her roomies are sane, and I felt bad leaving her that Fall when I moved back into the dorms, but she had Melanie so I figured for the most part she'd be okay. We had a lot of good times in that three-month span. We bonded pretty much instantly and I am grateful for that because she is one of my closest friends in the world, and one who is so calming and logical that even when I am freaking out at my very worst, she is one of the few who can just be like, 'Sarah, slow down' and usually it works. I remember a lot of craziness from this time, not just Kayleen and I being silly, but actual legit craziness that I won't get into because the girl in question is seriously loco, but still. Kayleen and I played Nintendo ALL THE TIME. We lucked out that our work schedules were pretty much the same so after laying outside tanning in the back parking lot behind the garages where people couldn't see us and our very white skin, we'd play a little Mario before heading off to work. Or, during random downpours we'd decide it was perfect to run around outside and get completely soaking wet and do cartwheels in the grass and splash around and jump in huge puddles. One time we heard some people yelling and stuff in the parking lot when we were in her room. We heard some strange noises and we're trying to be sneaky and stuff but it didn't go well. We decided to stand on our balcony for a little bit and look like we were just chatting, even though we were really trying to figure out what was going on. Then we saw these people we probably shouldn't have seen, and we went back inside really fast and shut off the lights in her room to see what else was going on. We're scanning the parking lot for what seems like forever and there's no movement for a few minutes. Then we get a little bit more brave, thinking no one is out there anymore, so we stand up and try to see better out the window when all the sudden this car squeals out of it's parking spot and races off. So then we're freaking out thinking they were watching for us because they saw us on our balcony. We were absolutely convinced that someone had been murdered and now we were going to be killed too because we knew what happened. Well, what did we do? WE WENT OUTSIDE TO SEE IF THERE WAS A BODY IN THE BUSHES BEHIND THE GARAGE. That's right, we're no chickens. If we were going to die, we were at least going to see why. But alas, no body, but the grass was really tall so it was hard to see, and it was dark. We went back inside and had scared ourselves so silly, we took our pillows and blankets and slept on the floor in the living room because we figured that way we would die together if these killers came back. It's amazing how far into overdrive your imagination can go when it is late at night.

Even though one of my roommates turned out to be insane, I also met one of my best friends that summer, and I pretty much wouldn't trade that for all the sane roomies in the world.